i don’t want to teach you how i want to be loved. i want you to discover it. i want you to realize it. i don’t want to ask for it—or even worse, beg for it. i want you to generously offer it to me. i want it to come out naturally. sure, i love how whenever i tell something, you do it the next time or learn to compromise but i can’t go on like this forever. i can’t teach you how to handle me all the time. i can’t teach you how i want to be loved all my life.
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fit check: a man once told me this outfit “might be too much” to wear to the doctor
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